As a child Summer was a time of freedom. The days were long, endless, and full of adventures with friends, lightning bugs, and, a total escape from school. We would spend our days sleeping in, swimming at the community pool,... Continue reading

Next week we will embark on our first family vacation. We will be closing up the house, stopping the mail, setting out the extra litter box, and heading away for a week. We will be stepping away from cell phones,... Continue reading

We've all had embarrassing moments. Middle school seems to be the hotbed of blush-worthy moments for me. I copped to one of my mine in a post I wrote for Silicon Valley Moms Blog last week. In seventh grade when I had on my favorite pink dress, a boy I liked lifted up my skirt in front of what...

I got pulled out of a meeting recently with the note from my secretary every working mom dreads. "Call Michael's school ASAP. He is sick." They had called my cell phone, which I left stupidly on my desk, and my work phone, and luckily called my secretary's number which is on my voice mail. ...

On Monday Jan. 26, Los Angeles Moms Blog is hosting, as the writers of Silicon Valley Moms Blog hold a book club for Who By Fire, a novel by Diana Spechler. Themes of guilt and rescue abound. Take a look at what we're saying: LA Moms Blog's Florinda leads us off, talking about family to the ...

I try to give the adults in my life the benefit of the doubt. Even if I don't agree with - let alone understand - some of their choices, I have rarely been in a situation where I felt it was my responsibility to change their minds or stop them. On the other hand, if you're a child, particularl...

Moms get a bad rap in the fashion world. Suave has unveiled the truth about our lack of vanity. Dove turned the tide to make our less than airbrushed perfect bodies and sometimes-not-so-clear complexions seem perfectly normal, acceptable, attractive. Even I had some pretty strong opinions on ...

One Christmas season a long time ago, when my three daughter's ages spanned elementary and middle school, we made paper chains. Perhaps we made them because it was the first holiday after our family had splintered apart. Their Dad was no longer in the house and he and I were on the way to divo...